Gatsby grinned again, a bit sheepish, but nodded a bit anyway. "I already pretty much live in here anyway; I figured it'd be easier on both of us if we didn't have to go out in the cold and whatnot."
After another minute of looking around, and wondering silently if he should've put some of his thesis pieces away (because they weren't even near completion and if there was one thing he was modest about, it was his artwork), he hesitantly pulled away, his palm feeling cooler now that Jackson's own wasn't rested against it, and scurried across the room to finish setting up the place.
"So, yeah. We don't need to go out into the cold, but I did have a little bit of outside help setting all these shenanigans up." Unlocking the supply closet key with the key he had rented out for all of his thesis work, he stuck his head inside for a moment before grinning back over his shoulder at Jack. "What's your favorite fast food chain?"